From Inmates to Playdates

One day last week, I spent an entire afternoon looking through my photo albums and scanning pictures that I thought I might use someday on ye olde blog. It was during that whole pulling out-laughing-scanning-and putting back in the album- process that I just knew that I would eventually write a fashion post about some of the poor decisions I made during those early years.

Before we get started though, I must begin with a disclaimer.

I have always been known to push fashion to its limit. In other words, my wardrobe has typically mirrored my personality.

Unique and loud!

With that said… lets get started.

Oh internets, please be easy on me…..

Let’s start with this mess, get-up, fashion statement.

I KNOW! I KNOW!

What was I thinking?

While I have no idea what I was thinking, I can pretty much assure you that I wasn’t thinking. Because not only did I wear THAT star spangled mess…. I happened to wear it on the top rated nationally televised game-show on the same day that I was in the audience of a game-show that you may or may not have heard of.

The Price Is Right.

While the price might have been right. The fashion statement I made that day was definitely wrong.

Why? *shaking my head in disbelief* Oh why did I do that?

Granted, it was 1994.

I didn’t have nearly as much sense then as I have now (ahem!), but for the life of me I cannot figure out why in the name of pete I thought it was okay to make such a horrendous fashion statement. Looking back on it, it was not the best fashion decision I ever made. Thankfully, the producers did not call me to “Come On Down!” [side note: I am pictured with the showcase showdown winner, Masis]

For the better of part of fourteen years, I have tried to figure out why I wasn’t chosen by the producers to go to contestants row.

Today, I figured it out.

While visiting relatives in California the next summer we decided to attend another taping of The Price Is Right.

Thankfully, I used a little more discretion this time.

Here I am pictured with the wonderfully talented Bill Bell.

For those of you not familiar with the number one soap in America for the past hundred years soap world, Bill Bell is the creator of the The Young and The Restless. [and The Bold and the Beautiful]

He has since passed away, but I do appreciate the many hours days weeks years of entertainment, drama and sorrow he has provided for me and millions of others.

May he rest in peace.

Right alongside that bedazzled mess I’m wearing.

Sheesh.

As badly as I wanted to be called to “Come On Down,” I can’t imagine the horror I would experience watching that tape fourteen years later, as my 22-year-old-self strutted across the stage in my best bedazzled shirt and hot pink shorts.

Oh yes.

I said hot. pink. and shorts.

All in the same sentence.

Unique. And loud. Isn’t that what I said?

You cannot understand how thankful I am that there is not a full length shot of me from that day anywhere on the planet.

Oh, except maybe in one of Bill Bell’s fan albums.

I can only hope that The Bell’s keep the album buried deep in the Hills of Hollywood.

As I recalled the fun I had attending two tapings of America’s number one game-show, I considered what I would wear today if I ever decided to pay CBS Studios another visit. It would take me weeks to plan my fashion ensemble.

I would definitely go with something a little more low-key and slimming.

Perhaps this really basic tunic…

With a cute air of white capris.

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Or more likely this, paired with black capris.

I’d look fabulous on national TV in that, don’t ya’ think? In fact, I love this shirt.

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Or maybe something like this with a pair of white capris and a fabulous pair of black sandals.

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Let’s hope my next television appearance finds me looking more fabulous than the last!!!

Head over to Big Mama’s Fashion Friday for some sound, fashion advice.

Enjoy your weekend, ya’ll!

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